What’s Wrong lyrics

[Intro: Rappin' 4-Tay] + (E-40)
Uh, (you tell me)

[Chorus: Rappin' 4-Tay, E-40]

[Rappin' 4-Tay]
Holler at a player though
40 Water, what's wrong wit the game though?
I don't know

[E-40]
Holler at a player though
4-Tay, what's wrong wit the game though?
I don't know

[Rappin' 4-Tay]
I keeps my distance from haters cause I'm quick to flash
It irritates me with a passion, I tap that ass
Be quick to blast, the game just ain't the same no more
You doing too much, pump your brakes, slow your roll
f*ckin' up the hustle with the streets and sh*t
It's too much legal tender on my agenda to bite our fame
But if you play me, I gots no choice to leave you in check
They playing with a full deck, you can get the breakfast, say thanks

[E-40]
See I'm a business man with a set of big balls
Marketing meetings and, uh, got Frisco
Just ain't your work for a living (uh huh)
They got hit, what the f*ck?, you think I been got sh*t?, it ain't easy
Everyday now walk through the streets
A n*gga can't even sit down with his family
And be straight and have a decent dinner
Without a motherf*cker yelling, "Weeblelations"
"What I got to do to get you in my compilations?" (compilations)
So I study what I do, the sh*t for you for free (for free)
I used to do that to a n*gga when I was seventeen (uh, uh)
[Chorus]

[Rappin' 4-Tay]
What's the world comin' to when n*ggas talk down for funds
I'm Rappin' 4-Tay it don't make me nones
Popularity don't mean that much
Cause if it don't make dollars I don't really give a f*ck
Jockin' all up under my name but you don't even know me
Got me f*cked up with one of them suckers
One of your so called homies
Yo that's the sh*t that'll cause the magnum clip to bring the pain
When n*ggas go against the grain
40 Water what's wrong with the game?

[E-40]
I'm ten years strong in this sh*t, if I was up to heart
My n*gga got di*k, her is his, by selling chicks in front of his car
Got a crib with 9,000 square, Christine and Marsha, will you just imagine?
Big ass improving for Maximus, big ass, let's fetch it
I seen it in my dream when I was nine years old
My Momma always told me to achieve my goal
Keep a cool bid and, uh, respect a dollar
Never get too greedy for the money and power

[Chorus]
[E-40]
The reason I carry Glocks, 26 on my side of my hip
Cause I ain't dumping now (dumping now), thinking of now a days
They act like you owe something (something)
Talking about, "40, show me some love!, (show me some love!)"
Because I got a, a despot I'm my blood
n*ggas want to knock ME
Cause I don't blossom like a sunflower SEED
Surrounded by promises, you said that you keeps me smoking big WEED
Drinking while sipping Ale (sipping Ale) yes INDEED
Born and raised in Vallejo (eeehhhh!)

[Rappin' 4-Tay]
The game done got solid brokers
So all my true player partners, y'all just stay focused
And watch them haters cause they plots on a daily basis
Hustlers, servants, traders that caught so many dope cases
And but I want the quickness if them G's is right
If that game was tight
Ballers had get back
Wasn't no such thing as three strikes
No sense in f*ckin' mines off
But I'm off parole and sh*t
n*ggas get to running off at the mouth
Just like a snitch, sound like a b*tch
BIAAAAATCH
[Chorus]x2

[E-40]
What's wrong wit the game?
Can't get caught off with the game
Just get my chips and get paid
Holler at a player though
4-Tay, what's wrong wit the game though?
Holler at a player though
Holler at a player though
4-Tay, what's wrong wit the game though?
Huh?